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(Last Saturday, the 6th, was not only “chair day,” as I told Jane, but seemingly synchronicity day also. Four little events took place, or culminated on that day, that certainly seemed to be more than mundane “coincidence.”

(A week or so ago Jane had invited the Lords, Cec and Jim, to the house for last Saturday evening. Saturday morning, then, as I was in Robinson’s lumber for parts for Jane’s chair, I met Curt Kent, who used to work with Cec and myself at Artistic; I haven’t seen Curt for perhaps two years, Cec since last Christmas. Jane also invited the Weissenbuehlers Saturday evening. When Jane called, Ellspeth told her she’d been working at fixing up or restoring an old chair—as I was working with an old chair for Jane. When they arrived Saturday night, Ellspeth and Heinz brought with them some homemade cheesecake. It happened that Saturday afternoon I’d taken a package of frozen cheesecake out of the freezer and thawed it out with the intention of serving it Saturday evening. It was still sitting on our kitchen counter when Ellspeth and Heinz carried their cheesecake in. Then when Debbie Janney arrived Saturday evening, she told me that she had just missed meeting me at Steiner’s photo studio earlier that week; going there to have a portrait taken, she’d seen by accident the enlargements of my parents that Mr. Steiner was making for me. I was due to pick them up the next day, and she asked Mr. S. to tell me she’d been there, but he forgot to mention it.

(Jane was quite relaxed as she told me she wanted a session at about 8 PM. Both of us had slept for better than two hours this afternoon, and felt that we could sleep even more. The evening was beautiful. Frank Longwell had visited at noon, and I’d showed him the new chair I’d made for Jane, based on his design. She is doing much better with the chair, by the way. My back still bothers, but perhaps to a slightly lesser degree. I haven’t been getting in much painting time for the past week.

(Jane had no questions for Seth: “I’m just hoping he’ll go on as usual.” I replied that I could have many questions, but since I hadn’t studied the material or written any down, I too had to say I had no questions.)

(Long pause, one of several, at 8:31.) This is particularly pertinent in his feelings concerning the jaw and neck, and the eye connection and his sense of balance (all items Jane has mentioned often recently). It is also responsible of course for the frequent alterations in depth perception, and all of that to some extent helps explain his frequent uncertainty about getting on the couch (from the chair) and so forth.

(8:46 PM. “I know what he said,” Jane laughed, “but I don’t know whether I can concentrate upon doing it.” I felt the same way: “I could go right back to bed.”

(The evening seemed to be quite warm and humid. It wasn’t quite dark yet. “Just for kicks,” I told Jane, “I almost asked Seth to say something about Israel and Iraq, but I didn’t....” We’d read late this afternoon, then saw on the TV news as we ate supper, that on Sunday Israeli warplanes had destroyed the almost-completed nuclear reactor at Baghdad, Iraq. “The Iranians must be jumping for joy,” I said to Jane when I first saw the headlines in the newspaper. Iran is at war with Iraq. “You’ve got to give the Jews credit,” I added. “When they see what they regard as a true danger to their homeland, they do something about it, no matter what others may think.” I thought of their daring raid to free their countrymen and women held hostage at Entebbe, Uganda, a few years ago; that event was also mentioned in tonight’s newscasts.